How I Met My Best Friend.

Before I start writing in this blog, I feel like I should first tell you about how me and Jake met. Unfortunately, we didn't make eye contact in a cute little coffee shop, or meet at a good concert, or even crash into each other on a ski hill. No, in fact, a lot of people tell me how we met is really lame... but I wouldn't have it any other way.

So here goes nothing.

There's this guy I followed on Instagram named Taylor. He's an amazing photographer. He posts a lot of pictures that he takes of temples, and I had talked to him a couple of times over Instagram. One day in June, Taylor posted a picture of him and a couple of other guys (which was weird, because he never posted anything but temples). I noticed one guy that was really cute, so I checked out his page.

His name was Jake Rasmussen. I immediately followed him because I thought he was my friends cousin (but that's a whole different story). I scrolled through his pictures and quickly learned that he longboarded, had a really cute dog, worked at a library, had an obsession with socks, and liked the same music as me. As I was insta-stalking him, I could only think one thing; I really needed to get to know this boy.

Jake followed me back. I admit, I kind of got butterflies when I saw his name pop up in my notifications. The month went on, and every now and then Jake would like one of my pictures, or I would like one of his. We even had a conversation about longboarding on one of his pictures (which make me feel pretty cool).

One day, on my ask.fm, I got a question that said: "Is there anyone from instagram you would like to get to know better?" And, of course, I answered "Jake, @rasshole837." He liked that answer, and then sent me a question that said, 

"Hey you don't need to post this or anything but if you want to you should text me :) (then he gave me his number) I guess you could post it if you want everyone to be able to see my number but you know :) whatevs. Only if you want to :) Jake Rasmussen"

And that was the greatest moment of my entire life. I was jumping around my room like a 13 year old girl.

Needless to say, I texted him. Things started off pretty simple...but after only 3 days of talking to him, he literally described himself as my dream guy.

We have talked every single day since then. He quickly became my best friend. We had a lot of things in common...in fact, almost everything about us was the same. He was there for me when I moved, and I was there when he started college. He came into my life at a time when I really needed a friend. And I came into his when he needed one too. :)